Golden Shovel Boat Blessing – The Stafford Challenge Day 45, SOLC 2024 Day 1

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Cheers for the journey through the Slice of Life Challenge throughout March! Here’s the link if you’d like to read the daily blog posts of writers in this challenge.

I celebrate 3 years of daily blogging today all because the Slice of Life Challenge pushed me along in my thinking that if I could write for a week, I could write for two weeks. If I could write for a month, I could write for two months (I joined #VerseLove on the heels of SOLC). If I could write for two months, I could write every day of my life, as I now do with The Stafford Challenge. And so it began….and continues. Thank you to the Two Writing Teachers for the inspiration to make writing a part of my life every single day and for giving writers voice and space. If I can do this, we can all do this. Writers are born from mindset.

This year’s National Poetry Month (April) poster will feature a line from Lucille Clifton’s poem Blessing the Boats (at St. Mary’s) from her book Quilting: Poems 1987-1990. Today, I’m writing a Golden Shovel poem using the striking line: and may you in your innocence sail through this to that. The striking line appears vertically as ending words on each line.

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Striped

if only these walls hadn't crumbled and
we hadn't pretended, we may
have made her proud ~ but you
in
your
striped robe of pious innocence
paint fake facades, sail
in synthetic superlatives through
frilly frippery, oblivious to this
truth: she would not have wanted you to
carry on like that

Georgia Poet Sidney Lanier – The Stafford Challenge Day 44 – LEAP Day!

I was there for a concert with my husband – to see Atlanta Rhythm Section at The Capitol Theatre in downtown Macon, Georgia, when I saw the landmark plaque on the historic bricks back in January. From Guale, the Marshes of Glynn to Lake Lanier and beyond, so much of Georgia History is steeped in the words of Sidney Lanier. I took a picture and turned to William Carlos Williams for the inspiration today in a borrowed line poem.

Saluting Sidney Lanier

so much in Georgia depends
upon

a Macon-born poet illuminating
waterways

glazed with flute music
lyrics

from the bricks of downtown

birth-town

to the marshes of

Glynn

to Lake

Lanier

and

beyond

For What it’s Worth – The Stafford Challenge Day 43

Forget finery.

Could we value family?

Prioritize worth.

Because in the end

~when life’s regrets take firm hold~

possessions don’t care.

OLW = Pray. Diopter Word = Release. Today I’m praying for things to always take a back seat to the people in my life. The worth or value of possessions can demand more of our investment of time and energy, and I’m praying that this never takes root in my own life. The stories many of my friends share in their challenges with their aging parents who struggle to let go of the past and move forward shines an unwelcome spotlight on priorities – and the degree to which they are a priority. Enough is plenty and preferable, as Robin Wall Kimmerer in Braiding Sweetgrass explains, and I pray I never amass an anchor of belongings that gets in the way of what is most important.

Today, I begin a season of release and pre-spring cleaning. Starting in my own attic. 

The Quarreling Songbirds – Stafford Challenge Day 40

Today’s poem is a Haiku, inspired by the footage on my Netvue bird camera. We always seems to find such joy in watching birds, but the truth is that they argue and antagonize each other as much as people. Perhaps we laugh because they help us see the humor in human nature and how ridiculous we look.

The Quarreling Songbirds

quarreling sparrows
bicker, spar over birdseed
like squabbling siblings
Chipping Sparrows spar for the Johnson Funny Farm Birdcam

Slice of Life, Day 4 of The February Open Write, and Day 35 of The Stafford Challenge – Epistolary Poem/Letter to My Younger Self

Special thanks to Two Writing Teachers

Today at http://www.ethicalela.com, Britt Decker of Houston, Texas is our host for this fourth day of the February Open Write. You can read her full prompt and the poems of others here as she challenges us to write letters (epistolary poems) to our younger selves.

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When anyone with human flesh

gives you advice

look them straight in the eyes

and say ~firmly~

I’ll take it into consideration.

Do not take it as gospel.

Guard yourself.

Do your own research.

They aren’t experts.

Live your own life

not the one they choose for you.

Notice more,

especially the

hands

in photos (it’s the unseen key

that will slap you

~hard in the face~

like a wet whaletail

when you finally see).

Don’t believe a single promise.

Above all,

practice your mother’s discernment.

She knew.

She knew.

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Da Pup Een Da Snow Storm (Day 2 of February’s Open Write, Day 33 of The Stafford Challenge)

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Today, our host at http://www.ethicalela.com for Day 2 of February’s Open Write is Linda Mitchell of Virginia. She inspires us today to make a mash-up poem. You can read her prompt here, along with the poems of others. Here is the basic process she describes:

Read two works, perhaps poems you have loved for a long time. Find lines that speak to each other. Take a line from one poem and mash it up against one from the other. See how many lines complement each other as a new work. Write these lines, or copy and paste these lines, into a new work.

My all-time favorite poet is Mary Oliver, and my favorite poem is The Storm, from her collection Dog Songs. My father gave me a book of poetry entitled Poetry’s Plea for Animals by Frances E. Clarke, and in it there is a poem by T. A. Daly entitled Da Pup Een Da Snow, which may have actually inspired Mary Oliver’s poem The Storm. Oliver’s lines are in bold, and Daly’s are not.

Here is my Mash-Up:

                                                                          Da Pup Een Da Snow Storm

Eef you jus' coulda seen -

running here running there, excited

gona wild weeth delight

now through the white orchard my little dog

ees first play een da snow

with wild feet

all around' da whole place

hardly able to stop, he leaps, he spins

an' fall down on hees face

teel hees cover' weeth white

until the white show is written upon

in large, exuberant letters


w'en he see da flakes sail

how he chasa hees tail

the pleasures of the body in this world

deed you evra see joy

gona wild weeth delight

with wild feet

mak's heem crazy excite'

you would know w'at I mean

Eef you jus' coulda seen -

The Truth Teller – The Stafford Challenge Day 31

Today’s poem is a free verse poem.

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The Truth Teller

he asks
of the truth teller

how come
no one
else is telling
me these
things?

accusing tones
snide glares
stubborn eyes

the truth teller shrugs

gives up again

leaves the old man
in his bitter loneliness
of onion-thin skinned
sword fights of silence
inner battles raging
wielding without wisdom
each life line
severed by his own hands

so we all sit
in smiles and lies

pretending